did you miss me enough to drink, or did you drink enough to miss me?
The snap in Nate's voice is perhaps the only scrap of victory Amalia will earn from this, a chink in his defence that lets a little too much emotion slip out. Disgust, and guilt, and discomfort. "What happened to Pemota can't be changed now. What happened to me can't be either. All I can do is live with it, and I don't need you telling me I should feel bad for what I'm doing."
Later, if he tells this story to someone (if, and not when) he will say that the little vulnerability is what dipped his tongue in poison. He will say that she simply pushed too far, what was he supposed to do? The reality is, he knows it will shut down anything she has left to say, knows it will end the conversation, stop her criticisms. He knows it will hurt her.
"Fine!" Nate screams it as loud as he can, still trying to drown her out, to get the last word. He's already moving towards the door though, already putting distance between them. The door is slammed open, Pemota drifting out ahead of him, and Nate can't stop himself from turning one last time. "You don't get to sit there and treat me like a monster when there's more blood on your hands than mine."
With the last word absolutely claimed, he turned, letting the door slam behind him, and stormed off into the settlement, planning on stomping into the VlamVloed and being unhelpful around people he likes.
Done
Later, if he tells this story to someone (if, and not when) he will say that the little vulnerability is what dipped his tongue in poison. He will say that she simply pushed too far, what was he supposed to do? The reality is, he knows it will shut down anything she has left to say, knows it will end the conversation, stop her criticisms. He knows it will hurt her.
"Fine!" Nate screams it as loud as he can, still trying to drown her out, to get the last word. He's already moving towards the door though, already putting distance between them. The door is slammed open, Pemota drifting out ahead of him, and Nate can't stop himself from turning one last time. "You don't get to sit there and treat me like a monster when there's more blood on your hands than mine."
With the last word absolutely claimed, he turned, letting the door slam behind him, and stormed off into the settlement, planning on stomping into the VlamVloed and being unhelpful around people he likes.
Done
NATE
